Don’t tell me I’m born to be good.
Don’t tell me I’ll save the light.
They are people that will if they could.
But me… I give up without fight.
They are few of us, you know,
that will never find any glory,
that will never know anything to show,
that will never be reason for pride.
Just for worries.
They are few of us born to run and hide.
I know, you’ll say we’ve chosen like that.
And probably you’re gonna be right. ...